Reminiscing About Small Town Life

I unconditionally love the eutony heard by my soul when I hear certain words. zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z, are particular favorites, for several sing-songy reasons, slithering into my dendrites in a pleasing way. South reminds me of my dad’s Southside Gang, a group of six boys who grew up together, bonding in the mysterious ways of boys who live in a small town, and find each other in Kindergarten, knowing they will be together their entire lives. Living the best life, as besties, only one left, and I do wonder about him. Poor man. The words 'church' and 'lurch' have a certain bite. They click on my tongue. Small town churches are the same, still helping us reminisce about a society and a time when everyone in a community rises up to straighten the youth out, and help them to become the best selves they can be. It is a mystery to me how they all gave me advice, none of it the same, and yet I turned out magically all right. I have no idea why I am such a sentimental mood his evening, but it is a rather pleasant thing to cough up these terrific memories of a small town. If you are still living in one, I hope you know how lucky you are.